Last day... 27hrs to go

It is gone midnight, so I am officially on my last day of freedom now. I am dog tired, but can't sleep.

The countdown has now started. I am not 100% sure at what time my operation will be, but I have to be at the hospital at 7am and I am second on the list. This means, I will leave the house at 5:30am tomorrow. My daughter's dad is taking me, which I am glad about. At least I don't have to pretend to be chirpy. I can sit through the whole journey chew my nails and say nothing and he wont be offended. I don't think he will stay with me at the hospital, although I didn't ask. I am just glad I don't have to catch public transport again.

I feel like I should go to bed, but my mind is too full of stuff and I wont be able to sleep. I started sleeping on the couch again, as the TV is downstairs, but I don't want to get into that habit again. It's difficult to get out of. Once I get used to falling asleep to the TV, it takes me weeks to be able to fall asleep without it. The sofa gives me backache as well.

So, I am sitting here talking rubbish instead....